Chapter 7
Audrey writhed under the demon’s grasp as her breath rattled in her throat. His fingers were cold, and felt as though they had been forged from steel. “Let me go!” she gasped, surprised that she had even enough air to get out those three syllables.
“Eventually,” he said. “I don’t want you talking to people who tell tales out of school, especially a weak-minded fool like the man who once owned this body. Understand?”
All she could do was nod. Her heart pounded, and sweat glued her T-shirt to her body, even though it was chilly in here, drafts finding their way past the casement windows that overlooked the snowy yard. How the demon had even been able to tell she was speaking with Jeffrey Whitcomb, Audrey had no idea.
But…that was only a dream, wasn’t it?
Maybe not. She most de
